Recently someone I work with gave their two week notice.
Indicating that working in a place where a mask had to be worn during their shift was a living hell for them.
I was a little taken aback when I saw the notice.
And certainly happy that I had not been the one to have to accept her resignation because Jay’s smartass mouth would have certainly gone off without the brain participating.
I am not going to go into the reasons why I could have told her what a living hell really looks like.
K too was furious after reading it.
She was also happy to have not read it while said person was still in front of her or like me something would have been said.
Where I can get away with it to an extent now, she cannot.
As with myself K has gone through a lot in her life.
If she and I were to sit down and write out our histories most would think that only this much could happen to one person in a movie.
But it is not true.
These things can happen to people who live every day ordinary lives.
I think too it shows the entitlement of people these days.
In Afghanistan there is terror.
In Afghanistan there is death.
There are going to be beatings.
There are going to be public whippings.
There are going to be violent murders.
All of this is going to play out, washing the world’s plains in blood.
To me this is indicative of a living hell.
Living every second in terror.
Knowing that each breath you take may be your last.
Your children’s.
Your spouse’s.
I cannot even begin to imagine the agony of fear that the Afghan people are feeling because I will never have to live under that type of regime.
Residential schools and their perpetrators of a wealth of abuses.
Belittled for speaking your language.
Beaten for tears.
Sexualized for perverse beings who then discarded you like garbage.
Buried in unmarked graves for decades.
And to this day the catholic church has still failed to meet its monetary obligations.
It failed to meet the moral ones and continues to do so with the intricate dance of finger pointing and ‘doing all we can’ attitude.
More hell to be lived through.
Not for a year.
Not for ten.
Not for twenty.
But a lifetime of pain.
A lifetime of addiction and cycles of abuse that still continue to this day.
Life really needs to be put into perspective for some people.
©Aug. 25/21
Picture is my own
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